“I noticed on a recent visit to St Andrews that they’ve introduced a flock of sheep, mimicking The Irish Course at Whistling Straits in Wisconsin or Machrihanish Dunes on Scotland’s west coast. Seems like a bit of a gimmick to me!”

— David J Whyte

Brora's the real deal! Crofters have enjoyed ‘Common Grazing’ rights on these rippling links for centuries, allowing their fleecy flocks to gamble between golfers and greens. It works perfectly well!

Brora’s golfers have always shared the links with the livestock!

Electric fences keep the animals away from the wonderful, fine-fescue putting surfaces. Otherwise, they're free to roam wherever their grazing instincts take them within the outer perimeter fence and sparkling, sandy beach.

ROYAL MARINE HOTEL

When in Brora, I stay at the Royal Marine Hotel and have enjoyed a special relationship with the place, thanks in part to Robert & Dawn Powell who ran the Royal Marine at the time and regularly made me welcome. In return, I managed to get a few features and photographs of the golf course and hotel in various golf magazines through the years, so it was a sort of symbiotic relationship. There was one visit, however, when things weren't quite so amicable!

THE BANDIT OF BRORA

“There was one visit, however, when things weren’t quite so amicable.”

I was travelling with three other journalists, two good friends from the States, Jeff Wallach and Tom Mackin along with Malcolm Campbell, my esteemed elder mentor from Golf Monthly, distinguished golf writers all!

I was regaling the Americans of the joys of playing Brora as we stepped into the pro shop ahead of our inaugural round, only to discover a variety of products for sale, all sporting my photography… And all completely unbeknownst to me!

I can’t remember the details now, but I believe there were coffee mugs, placemats, postcards and posters emblazoned with my various images of Brora Golf Club. The pro at the time, a somewhat sheepish fellow, made his excuses, saying he didn’t realise he wasn’t allowed to use someone's photography for his own profit!

*This image appeared in numerous magazines and I like to think, helped put Brora on the golfing map.*

How disingenuousely mendacious! I suppose being so far north of the rest of the civilised world, he thought he would get away with it. My colleagues, scions of the publishing industry said I “should and could sue his ass” but as usual, being such a nice guy, I sheepishly let it go!

“Pssst….What’s he looking at?” And what’s with all the mint?

COW AND BANJOS

Standing on the 1st tee at Brora, the phrase ‘you couldn’t hit the arse-end of a cow with a banjo’ somehow springs to mind. The big beasts hang around the 1st tee for some reason, putting bets on the punters’ performance, not unlike the caddies at St Andrew’s.

I've played Brora umpteen times but never hit anything except the middle of the fairway! I wish! There’s plenty of room out there and scant rough as the animals keep it shorn.

“This is iron play as the Creator intended! ”

The most memorable experience of Brora is nipping the ball off that lovely links loam. Brora is simply one of the best examples of the purest of linksland on the planet. The sensational seaside turf is as natural as you will find anywhere in the world and, as Old Tom said on umpteen occasions (referring to umpteen different golf courses) ‘Specially designed by the Almighty for playing golf.’

BRAID’S ‘BRAWEST’

As far as the course’s design, it was the late, great James Braid who etched out this magnificently rustic track, and apparently, he didn’t have much work to do!

The 5-times Open Champion came to the Highlands from the Kingdom of Fife by train (apparently he wasn’t much of a traveller) and spent an afternoon surveying the existing 9-hole course, selecting tee and green positions to accommodate the new nine holes, then hopped back on the next train south that very evening. It was January 1923, and he charged the club £25 plus his expenses…not a bad day’s work. But keep in mind the poor man’s tendency towards travel sickness.

FLASH IN THE PAN

He should have stayed a night or two at the Marine Hotel and gone ‘gold-panning’ up the nearby Kildonan Pass, which saw Scotland’s only gold rush. An article on that to follow... Don’t get the impression that James Braid was a ‘flash-in-the-pan’ golf course architect. The 5-times Open Championship winner was responsible for the design of over 250 courses throughout the UK with at least 100 in his native Scotland. In the Highlands, he carved out Boat of Garten, Inverness, Muir of Ord, Fortrose & Rosemarkie, Golspie, Brora and Reay. That must have entailed a lot of train travel from his home in Elie, Fife. Poor chap!

His career is celebrated here at the Royal Marine Hotel in their ‘James Braid Lounge’. I was glancingly associated with the ‘James Braid Golfing Society’ at its inception in the early ‘90s. My above-mentioned golf travel-writing compatriot, Malcolm Campbell, led the way on that and invited me to join the society. I was too much on the move in those days to be much of a meaningful member, even though they encouraged the wearing of ‘tweed bunnets’ which I quite fancied.

The Society still exists and is still headquartered here in Brora. They celebrate his endurance as the ‘James Braid Highland Golf Trail’, another early article of mine that got ‘filched’! But not to worry; such is the lot of a creative genius!

PLAIN SAILING

Getting back to playing the golf course, Brora is not long as is confirmed by the card. Nor is it complicated like nearby Golspie which sports three entirely different sections or indeed Royal Dornoch which, to my mind is one of the most convoluted golf conundrums on the planet.

Brora is plain sailing across a sea of gently billowing links, not an A-list course but perennially popular with those that come all this way to take on Royal Dornoch. I’m sure it’s the quality of the turf that makes it so appealing!

My long-time golfing buddy, Jeff Wallach, played 56 holes the day of our visit, starting before the rest of us had stumbled down to breakfast and finishing just in time for dinner, exhausted but exhilarated! I recall conditions were benign which is not typical in this northeast corner. Given a bit of wind, Brora presents a whole other set of circumstances.

The Beasts of Brora!